Ghetto

All I ever wanted was to make it out the poverty Nowadays, roaches never even bother me I probably could deal with all the holes in my sock And deal with all the years that no one ever tried to father me But nigga after ramen for the 7th straight day And momma going broke, for the 7th straight pay Rent due, and the other bills Verizon sent you I'm sorry when it rain, that you never get shade, momma And we ran out of milk again, and food stains still ain't wash out of the silk again With all these cheap ass machines The projects, never really cheap as it seems I just keep at the dreams, till I wake up Party vibes with my cake up Ah nigga, what a dream, I ain't talking Luther King Guess God really putting all the stakes up Life a gamble, it be bringing my mistakes up My barber ain't the only with the shape ups, nigga Life be on and off with the break ups, nigga Ten toes down when the Jakes up Smell of blue cheese and some bread wake the snakes up nigga I'm still broke and I'm hungry as fuck And my shoes still creased And our lock still stuck And there's still police In them white blue trucks Before I'm back there again, I'm on the mic, stu' shut, let's get it right Niggas in the ghetto Devil wears Prada and a dress with stilettos Whoa, whoa Niggas in the ghetto Rock drum sticks for the bands, heavy metal, whoa, whoa Niggas from the trap and the bando, if your mouth run, better not run out of ammo All black suits for the camo Lot of weight lift, locksmiths, and pianos Nigga How have I been There's still cracks in the walls and the tiling There's still stacks with my face in the files in the timeline When I was wildin', I was never really violent Just stupid and broke And money was a love life Cupid provoked Before the writing on the notepad, I used it to smoke, nigga Cuz every time I'm high, I'd abuse dope, just so I don't lose hope Had my lunch out of styrofoam, been a long ride, gas low, and a my tire blown Blown through the fire That's why my skin black, pray my problems turn to gym rats And when I spin that, wheel of fortune, a fortune Is what I come out with Like I'm taking the bread out for a date But I just want the taking the bread out, to relate to my life But race a race I can't escape Fuck it cuz my barber ain't the only with the shape ups, nigga Life be on and off with the break ups, nigga Ten toes down when the Jakes up Smell of blue cheese and some bread wake the snakes up nigga I'm still broke and I'm hungry as fuck And my shoes still creased And our lock still stuck And there's still police In them white blue trucks Before I'm back there again, I'm on the mic, stu shut, let's get it right Niggas in the ghetto Devil wears Prada and a dress with stillettos Whoa, whoa Niggas in the ghetto Rock drum sticks for the bands, heavy metal, whoa, whoa Niggas from the trap and the bando, if your mouth run, better not run out of ammo All black suits for the camo Lot of weight lift, locksmiths, and pianos Nigga Who said conscious couldn't go hard I flow hard from the streets of the hard for the Goyard From Chef Boyard, to Us Toys R It's time to ball like Town Hoyas, I'm incroyable, with the flow Excuse my French, I didn't curse Thanking mom dukes who tried to teach me French since birth Now I French kiss the game, and pull on her French braid With her chest on the glass, I'm piping to get paid nigga